49 Christian, sometimes in the middle of a discussion, would rise and tramp the floor with his heavy, booted stride, and wave his arms, and exclaim, "By God, we got 'em!" And the other men, each in his way, exhibited the same excite- ment and the same confidence. Mr. Munn could feel it the moment he entered their presence. He wondered once or twice how Captain Todd managed to hold himself aloof from it when it charged the very atmosphere of the dingy room above the bank where they met. Once Mr. Christian, stop- ping in the middle of his stride with a sentence unfinished and his arm halted in mid-air, turned suddenly on the Cap- tain as though he had just discovered a rebuke in the older man's detachment, and inquired, "By God, Captain, don't you ever get heated up over anything?" "I reckon I've been known to," the Captain said. "Once or twice." "Not by me," Mr. Christian asserted. The Captain shook his head a little, smiling. " We thought we had the Yankees licked in 'sixty-two," he remarked, " but it didn't seem to turn out that way. You better take it easy, Bill" "This'll -be different," Mr. Christian affirmed "We got 'em by the short hairs 1" "Bill," the Captain said soberly, "just because they're pay- ing three dollars a hundred more'n they paid last year, it don't mean a thing." " They just paid me four dollars and a half a hundred for prime leaf last year "—and Mr. Christian took two plunging strides—" the bastards!" " Whatever they pay more'n that now, they're just paying to bust the Association. They figure they're putting that money in the bank, Bill." The Captain took out his pipe, tamped it, and with an excess of rare lighted it. "Every good price they pay outside the Association they figure will make somebody inside dissatisfied, wondering if maybe he hadn't better be outside grabbing his while the grabbing is good."